I’m not sure when the Orphan Thanksgiving tradition started in my family, but it’s all I can remember. Immediate family, close friends. One year the parents put beets in our mashed potatoes and served cold soup and I cried because it wasn’t normal. Another year we shot guns in the country fields and I ate an entire package of marshmallows. I’ve fallen into food comas or not eaten at all (horrible hangover), and celebrated in different lands - San Francisco, Minneapolis, and Brooklyn. It’s a holiday spent unexpectedly.
On Sunday, I’m heading to Seattle and will share all I’m thankful for over a college-cooked meal with my little sister and her friends. I’m sure the day will be a shiny memory in my forgetful head for so many delicious and love-filled reasons.
Fleet Foxes - Blue Ridge Mountains - A Take Away Show (by LaBlogotheque)
Perfect for days like these (Sunday fall evenings).
Three days since show, still crushing on Sarah Barthel.
| Me: | Close your eyes - I'm turning on the light. |
| Him: | [sits up in bed] WHAT?! |
| Me: | Close your eyes. |
| Him: | Oh, I thought you said "come wipe the feces" - like there was poop somewhere. |
You’re the Ocean - Phantogram
Tonight at First Ave I will dance in circles.
Real Slow - Megafaun






